[Intro: Sway] DJ Wonder We gon' rock at least 5 beats, to show your versatility What you're made of You gotta rock 5 back, aiight?
[Verse 1] As the world's turnin', I feel like I'm a worse person My tongue's hurtin', from all of it's work cursin' And I'm not certain I think my father's Lavar Burton 'Til I'm walkin' in circles and I'm talkin' in third person In the eigth grade I got high off paper mache I put it in my desk and I let it ferment a day Cause shit, ain't nothin' changed I'm still known as a rude student That'll walk inside your class and make fun of your school shootin' I could prove it I'm too cool as a matter of fact I've been writin' these verses while I'm havin' a heart attack I'm in your bedroom crankin' No Doubt and Staring Back Stereo blaring, Gwen Stefani can holla black I'm not black, I'm a white boy with dark skin At a Klan rally wondering why they won't let me in I'm drunk off this gin and I'm high off Ritalin Fuck it, let me get to the next beat
[Verse 2] I'm the nerdiest rapper ever I'm wearing a Cosby sweater And I'm reading Oscar Wilde Ripping my foreskin to make a washable condom A bunch of assassins tried to jump me They couldn't touch me I rolled off in a yellow Humvee with a bunch of monkeys My taste buds hate fudge, man Plus I'm allergic I'mma dress up like a surgeon so I could hurt Curtis on purpose Girls see my dick size and they realize That they can't handle it I get more sodomy than Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson? With my du-rag in my left hand And my iPod and my diskman I get more kicks out of it than Jean Claude Van Damm And I'm still spittin', still hittin' Big pimpin' like Hova Yo, let me be the rap...run over Yea, lemme go, lemme go
[Verse 3] Childish Gambino, yo this off the dome I gotta keep it goin' cause I came from home Come from Rome, Athens Or Atlanta, Georgia Got somethin' for ya Yes I got some smores cause I'm ? Like I got that Goya You know how they play Reggaeton in the beats When you in NYC Meaning that me and I'm sickest Yo, Aaahh!!! Real Monsters Like Ickis Yo, this chick that I used to lick it Now her name Aubrey Plaza I didn't mean to kick it while I'm gettin' salsa Like I'm eatin' salsa, cause she Puerto Rican Some people speakin' like she ain't white But you know that's alright cause I keep it tight
[Verse 4] Nerdy word murderer in a purple convertiber Niggas ain't heard of him until his girlfriend converted him Bitch niggas is Ferguson, I guess I could explain it all Like all these niggas wanna bone cause you datin' dogs Or why the radio used to not play me Why does every white girl love ukelele? Where I'm from, the Jesus piece couldn't save me And I'm still spittin' shit cause I'm gettin' like gravy Eatin' like mashed potatoes, I hate those Haters who say that I'm not black enough Yo, you ain't wack enough to fuckin' touch my MC mic You better keep it tight Eat a dick like you starvin' homie
[Verse 5] Yo, on this last beat I'mma goner Gotta spit over somethin' hard, like Nirvana And I'm crazy With the beat when it comes to this spittin' it Shittin' it, while I'm lickin' it I ain't even need to get it Man these other unC's, they need to get it Why this LL Cool J shit Yo I got pesos and mesos Meaning I can only hack with they ghost When they go there, when I go back And I'm still that, I ain't backpack But you know, with the fuck the rest Yo they say that is lame like Johnye West Or Kanye West But I ain't Kanye West I'm just tryin' to stay the truth And I ain't tryin' to spit the truth Yo, I do what I gotta do in a booth with Sway Shay45 all day, y'all know what I'm sayin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
